Hi, Villan

After a week at Sidmouth, it wasn't washed I needed as much as sandblasted

(Only joking)

There was also Letterkenny F F with Red Branch Morris, and the hum off us was rare and powerful. Even Christian baptism couldn't have rescued my whites. I stripped them off and they took themselves off to the laundry basket. In those days perhaps Mickey 191 might have been right - we were too busy dancing, drinking and whoring to have given a rat's arse.

I was a young fart in they days.